Nameless

Chapter 3: Irreversible

We pull up in Merlyn’s shiny black Lexus IS350.I see the guys gazing at it, trying to see the guy behind the tinted windows. What really gives them a shocker is when me and Merph step out, looking pretty hot. I have to stifle my giggles at their shell-shocked expressions and somehow manage to walk without dying in these ridiculous heels. We walk up to the velvet rope and go straight in; Merlyn knows the staff. In fact, her smoking BF, Dru, was playing tonight. He’s the drummer for the band Black Dahlia. He’s got shaggy black hair, baby blue eyes, and a fiendish smirk. Believe it or not, he makes Merlyn go weak at the knees. And he absolutely loves her. I can tell, just by looking at them together. It depresses me.  

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A few illegal drinks later and I’m starting toloosen up. I flutter my long lashes at a hottie with dark brown hair and jade green eyes. He winks. I giggle with Merlyn, but I don’t go to talk to him. I’m not that loose yet. Once Dru’s band takes a break, Merlyn goes to say hi. I’m stuck sitting at the bar by myself. Mr. Hottie is coming in my direction. Omigawd. I have no idea why I’m freaking out like this. I shoot down the rest of my vodka. Man, I’ve had butterflies before, but this feels like jumping frogs.

He stops in front of me. “M’names Jason. What about you?”He asks. He has a nice, gentle voice with a slight Irish accent. But that’s not why my heart lurched. Oh god. “Arin.” I manage. Merlyn was wrong. Clubbing definitely did not help. I feel myself starting to slip. My face must have shown it, because he asked,” Hey, Erin, you okay?”

    I feel suffocated. I don’t even bother correcting him on the pronunciation of my name. After a moment, the pain passes. I open my eyes. He’s still there, looking concerned.”I’m sorry. I just had...I knew someone who died…by that name…” I mutter.  

       Somehow, Jason is able to hear me over the bass of what I think is My Chemical Romance. He takes my hand, and leads me to the dance floor.

“Burning on, just like a match

You strike to incinerate..”

I’m dancing with him and its pretty fun. When a new song comes on, he asks for my number. Well, I can’t remember it at the moment so he puts his in my phone.  

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Later, I realize we’re back home. I’m not quite sure how. Oh… I bet Dru drove us back. He doesn’t like alcohol. I stagger off the couch, kicking off my heels along the way. I shimmy out of my dress and shower. The hot water makes me feel sleepy. I shut it off. Clad only in a towel, and with my hair dripping wet, I pass out on the bed.

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The next morning, I wake up with a pounding headache. I roll over to find myself in only a towel… that’s not really around me. There are two aspirins and a glass of water on the nightstand. I take it, then hunt for some clothes. I untangle my hair, and add some green eyeliner that effects my blue eyes in a really cool way. I make some toaster waffles and eat them plain. I look at my phone. Jason… I wonder if he remembers me. I flip it open and scroll down to his name.  

Me:Hey Jason, its Arin, from last night.  

I wait for about five minutes and determine that he’s not going to answer before I start the dishes. Right when my hands are the soapiest, my phone buzzes. I quickly dry my hands and lunge for my cell. It’s him.

Jason: Hey, there Arin.Got a hangover?  

I grin.  

Me:Yup, hurts like hell too. WBU?

Jason:Oh yeah.going for a run later, tho.going to sweat it out.  

That gives me a pause.  

Me:Does that WORK?

Jason:Yep.You should try it.

Me:I think I will.      

A/N:I just edited it for the third time, if things are still  F'd up, I'm just going to leave it.

(Of course, now it will be perfect xD)

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